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Til deathdo us part -

Twin souls. Twin hearts.

From high tower, rusty church bell sounds.

Drying out our skin like the paper,
of which had written our vows.

Your face so pale, your wedding veil I removed.

I do and I do

You may kiss,

Our cue

But in separate coffins, I lost you.

My partner.
My other.
My skeletal muse.

Til death
do us part -

Then we married.

That ring bearer, on a pillow our bond she carried.

We dwell in happiness,
through sorrow,
sickness and health.

But why not death? In this marriage?

Until we left, each in our own horse and carriage.
Never will I let one foot in the grave, let us parish.

Til death
do us part

Sight Beyond SightAye. I've seen her before
Skulking around the dim-dusty
Bookstores and empty coffee houses.
I've seen her before.

Her skin is mottled
Freckled and speckled with acne
And a poor self image.
Her teeth are off white
Like her arms, tanned from
Rolled up sleeves, freckly
And dusted with down.

Her eyes are fierce shining
A determined pout on her face.
She is beautiful in her own way.
Whiterose is an illusion,
A forgettable fantasy.
This is the true face of love.

For You,I cant promise forever,
but for each day at a time,
you are in my thoughts,
and so perfectly entwined,
my heart,
may not mean much at all,
but it is without a doubt,
the best proof I have that,
you will be forever as of now,
my love.

Crimson's Fiery PassionFor why do you attract me with such ease?
The color of a fiery passion,
Could you be too eager to flirt and please?
This color gives attitude and fashion.
Your crimson locks are the utmost dashing.
The red compatible with your skin so fair
Personality quite strong and flaming
No one can begin to even compare.
Though you enjoy to go around and flirt,
You were and still are the most capricious.
We used to treat each other simply like dirt.
Yet now we are just like red, Flirtatious
Though in annoyance with your many passes
You told me “Take good care of the glasses”

ForsakingSolemn thoughts of days gone past,
The omnipresent thought of 'will this last?'
Constant doubt and heart wrenching worry
Thoughts adrift among the flurry.

This leap of faith
has me wondering how much I could take;
If maybe it doesn't work in the end,
how much heartbreak will you rend?

Still I can't say no
my desire has me in your throes.
Constant visions of future ways
have me quivering, the joy I can hardly contain.

For you I would forsake all things,
all aspiring towards Princes and kings.
All of this I would give up
just to be your one and only love.

Sifting Through My PiecesWhispers dancing on my skin,
Enlightening my heart,
Sifting through the pieces,
Of a girl who fell apart.

Picking out the poised,
Brushing off the bad,
Creating a better picture,
That doesn't seem to be so sad.

Putting it together,
Stronger than before,
Gluing it in place,
To be broken, never more.

Even if it hangs alone,
in a hallway, bland and bleak,
You said that it was beautiful,
And truth you always speak.

You sifted through the pieces,
Of a gloomy puzzle, shattered...
Painted a new picture,
But kept the old pieces that mattered.

A Poem For My Special Someone(ReadDescription 1st)Roses
are red
Violets are blue
Love never crossed my mind
Until the day I met you
You are so sweet
And so fine
I wish I had the guts to talk to you
Back in 2009
I've felt so lonely from the start
But that was before you stole my heart
If a kiss was a raindrop
I would give you a shower
If a hug was a second
I would give you an hour
I know we had little fights from the past
But we finally get over them at last
Everything I'm writing down is true
So here is another poem for you:
Plumbers are red
Hedgehogs are blue
Press the "Start" button
And be my player 2
This poem is getting really long
But it's easier to write than a cute,little love song
This poem is pretty cheesy but took a lot of time
To write about the piece I've been missing all my life

She ripped off all her petalsShe ripped off all her petals
and replaced them with blades of metals
She was something of a dream
her skin soft as if made of cream
hair made of white waterfalls
her soul screamed that of battle calls
a body of a goddess
and I'm not being modest
she was made of both dark and light
but no other fire burned so bright
she was a gift I did not deserve
and now I'm forced to observe
as she now rips off all her petals
because she's never settles
She's wild and free
...and she's sick of me
but she will always be my angel and my devil
I just wish I was on her level
Dedicated to Siren that Destroyed love for me

Lunar LoveThe Lunar Eye plays peeping tom
To the poet pair that sit below
And the stars are buried by their glow
Which lingers till the girl is gone
He sits while she talks on and on
And never thinks to stop her voice
Alone among all men he is her choice
To while away the time and share birdsong.

In sleeping time, by small degrees
His flaws become all that she sees
And his love cannot go so far
Her eyes wander to what pleases
Her form, she mocks and leaves
And his sallow soul is sinking like a star.

Think no moreThink no more of what time could have brought.
Bite your tongue, if you must, but don’t speak.
Sit tight, look away, sigh and cry out of earshot,
not a word out of you, not a breath, not a squeak.

Think no more of his hand holding yours,
or his fingers as they entwined with your own.
Hide your face and your sorrow and lock all the doors
and bear through the tempest, as you should, all alone.

Don’t you know life goes on, day by day, night by night,
and that your heart will mend its wounds once again?
Don’t despair, little one. Hold your head up, sit tight
and be patient, for this pain will come to an end.

Think no more of

III.- Solo si eres nada podras ser todoIII.- Aclarando el pasado

Mi estancia de nuevo en Danville me hace sentir vivo una vez mas, Perry se encuentra con nosotros de vuelta como en los viejos tiempos, otra vez somos una familia unida bueno casi solo falta mi hermana Candace la extraño mucho a pesar de que siempre cuando vivíamos aquí su objetivo fue acusarnos y que nos castigaran nuestros padres, me hace mucha falta.

-Valla aun la tienes- me decía mi hermano mayor mientras daba una hojeada a mi cuadernillo.

-Trae para acá esto a ti no te encumbre además eres tu quien me debe muchas explicaciones- le decía mientras trataba de qui

First SightI saw you once for a moment.
It was hardly more than a glance.
But something inside told me softly,
Our meeting was more than just chance.

Your eyes were intent as they shocked me,
Your hand seemed to tremble in mine,
We exchanged only a sentence or two,
But it felt like we stepped out of time.

Your voice was so strong yet so gentle,
It struck my heart with such force,
I dared not to fight back the feeling,
This was the start of a new, daring course.

But the moment is now only memory.
As I left I felt suddenly lost.
If we meet once again in the future,
Then this pain will be worth all it costs.

Can it be that love starts in a moment?
Coul

Of a Childhood FriendRemember you coming over
(Sometimes also with your brother)
Staying up late, playing, during sleepovers;
You, our brothers, and me together?

Remember the old days back then,
Constantly playing hide-and-seek,
Counting to one hundred (sometimes just ten)
And getting penalty if you peek?

Remember catching grasshoppers
All puny and tiny and green,
Then giving them to turtles for their dinners?
(The best form of torcher we'd ever seen!)

Remember us playing Hotwheels?
I was always the shopkeeper,
Selling food supplies and making car deals;
But bow those games have become much deeper.

You used to ask me and buy from me
From my small "Hotwheels M

A Small Cafe at MidnightA small cafe at midnight
is not where I should be,
dozing off in my seat
and drinking sugary coffee.

"Is this seat taken?" I hear,
and I glance up to see
the gorgeous face of a young woman.
She wants to sit with me?!

Dark brown curls are cascading
down her shoulders and back,
and her bright blue eyes shine
with the light that this place lacks.

"Go ahead and sit," I say,
but I am still confused.
Why would she sit here
with a guy like me? I muse.

A cup of coffee in her hand,
she smiles a tiny grin.
I gaze along with wonder
at her hair, her eyes, her skin...

This girl is truly perfect,
so why is she with me?
She's even talking and smiling;

If I Could Take Your TearsIf I could say 'I love you'
If your heart were free
If you could see beyond blue
Then maybe you'd see me
But life and love are tangled
Hearts weave complex webs
Broken dreams are cradled
And live inside our heads
So from afar I watch you
Love silent in my heart
Unspoken words a virtue
Though they echo in the dark
Your laugh and smile I treasure
Your kindly words I'l store
And in innocence find pleasure
Sweet soul that I adore
And if perchance you see me
Discern the love I hide
Would rising passion free thee
To sail on sweeter tides?

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through that narrow area between
expectations and reality where
the pink glaze marred her romantic,

(blurry: a photograph held by careless hands;
a memory outdated and forgotten
and beautiful, once, before
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she landed with a deafening crack--
ribcage split and spilling secrets,
gasping for air beneath the surface of a pond
so stagnant that even the lilies withered away:
bubbles rose slowly (she began the process
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and she was not made for
our atmosphere; the air po

Subliminalthere was something about the way his whispers
entwined around the vertebrae of her neck
and caught in her ragged throat
that was reminiscent of nights long ago:

a heavy sky incensed with fears
forgotten, and a boy with full moon
eyes. she blamed her starry stomach
when she gagged on innards, unaware that
she herself was actually

undigestible.
stale and forgotten,
lingering like a smoke cloud off the lips
of someone with nothing better to say.

Lovebirds' Sorrowshe was the girl with cat
eyes: broad and judging and
carnal; he was the doe
with a broken collarbone,
yet she found herself lost in
the warmth of his sighs and
asked simply for a set
of sweeter lies

[because it's only after you
sell yourself to the earth that
you learn love is not a
chemical reaction anticipating
every ignited glance and soured
word; no, it is a thing
of obligation that sleeps upon
your doorstep, knowing you
will always come back,
knowing you could never forget
its name]

he called to her on hollow
nights, and she found his
voice when she had nowhere
left to go

he was the cereal box savior;
she only needed a place
to bur

defeatheredand this is where we bury our hearts,
between self-defeating personality disorders
and burnt bridges and midnight ramblings
we promise ourselves aren’t true;
embedding our memories in forsaken homes
like it is a conscious decision to shed
our wings (reptiles don’t fly)

and maybe I am the monster of every
myth: wide-eyed and jagged toothed and
looking to regain a piece of myself the
world borrowed, many moons ago

as I falter and stumble over my own unaware
feet, wreaking havoc, reeking of self-acquittal--

all I ever wanted to do was belong.

dreams are flaws much like the hearts we
flaunt on our sleeves, and I seem to
have len

Storybook AddictionsI want you to love me as much as you do
the thorns in your side; seeds planted and
forgotten and bleeding cyclically.
when the swallowed night drowns and
drains darkness like a trickled lullaby, I want
to be the last thing in your dreams.

I want to be your mistake East of Eden, your lack
of redemption; when they tear apart your paper
flesh with metal claws, I want to be the one you
come crawling back to with bloodied knees.

[right now I am an empty vessel, unfulfilled
and metaphorically obsolete. I want to clear
my throat for once, without seeing the ashes
of my disease.]

I want to love you like a swansong;
breezes make your bones ach

Hear No EvilI don’t know what you think you’ll find in the hollows of my lies
and cracks of my spirit but it’s not me; courage is the weak voice
in the middle of the night that says we’ll try again but
I am deaf.
truly, though, I clawed my ears out and fed them to the beasts--
an offering of all I had:
the words I’d never need.

I am a secret, can you taste me coating your tongue? I am
that lie you never let slip, I am every mistake you ever made, I am
regret.
I am the demons nesting in the back of your mind as you
mourn for lost nights; yet I am only chalk,
I will line your feet one day--
the paths you traveled dusting

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A Silent Sonnet

by ~intricately-ordinary, May 25, 2012, 11:47:26 PM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Traditional Fixed Forms

Hearts fill with longing for what is not theirs-
tempting, enticing like only addicts know.
Desperately pushed to the point of despair,
this fluttery stomach is now their worst foe!
Secrets left screaming upon airtight lips,
they refuse to slip, mustn't endanger
true meaning in those very "subtle" quips
which, try as they might- refuse to waver.
So giving up may seem the only choice
in this defeat. But that would mean to lose
the most precious treasure. They hold their voice
and silence their souls, becoming subdued.
There's pain in each agonizing moment,
but worth it for every shared instant spent.